Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 20:37:55 +0100
From: Gary Cutter
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 24D
WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.
ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.
I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.
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A PIECE OF CAKE
24D - The Relief Master
(Told by George, Trainee Chef)
by
G. Cutter
Hi, my name is George Serbanescu. I am a seventeen year old Romanian
economic migrant as they call us but unlike most of my countrymen who live
around this area I have a job or I started a job today and I'm going to
tell you a little about it. First of all I was brought up in in an
orphanage in Bucharest and probably due to my looks and my willingness to
keep the Principal happy I received a good education and one of my majors
was English language. French used to be the second language of choice for
Romanians but recently it has become English. I can also get by with
Russian and Serbian as well, so, as my pals would say I'm not a complete
dummy. When I was sixteen I was as free as a bird and papers in hand fled
the old country heading for Western Europe and hopefully a decent job and
the streets paved with gold. I had one big problem that cut both ways. I
looked young, I didn't look seventeen, I looked more like fifteen which
meant I had problems getting work. The upside was that I was much in demand
by those who like boyish boys, this was no problem to me, I'd spent time as
my Principal's paramour if you like and I'd had sex with other boys in the
orphanage both older and younger.
How I finished up in Guildford which is the capital (or whatever) of their
Surrey District, Oblast or State is a long and complicated tale which has
no place in this story.
I was living in a squat with fellow countrymen and wandered into the Job
Centre in Guilford one day, I spotted one job as a trainee Chef at a rather
miserable wage but hinting at food and fringe benefits, the outcome was
that I applied and much to my surprise after a very short interview was
offered the job which seemed to be the bottom rung of the ladder so no
surprise there. The big kitchen was in a large Public School on the London
Road and most of the school was on holiday although some masters and pupils
remained. The Senior Chef who did the interview and took me on suggested
that it was a good time to join 'the crew' as he called his staff as it
would give me time to find my feet. I was turned over to this Polish
youngster who would 'buddy' me and show me the ropes. There were also a
Somali youngster and two slightly older English boys so that made six of us
which included the Senior Chef who told me I had to call him Robby.
The first thing I noticed very obviously was that is was an all male
environment and that it was vaguely like my old orphanage... sex
ruled. What I mean is that with the place full of adolescent boys and youth
sex was in the air. All pretty dramatic but I could feel eyes on me as I
got my whites and as Honek, the Polish kid showed me around, even the
younger boys, the thirteens and fourteens were at the eyeball game. I just
took it onboard, I came from a far more perverted and corrupt background
than they could possibly imagine. They undoubtedly indulged in boy on boy
or maybe even boy on teacher on the quiet, in my Orphanage days it was just
down to a crooked finger or a brusque command. From what I had learned of
the English they would be a little more discreet... I was wrong there.
Honek showed me a room where, he told me, the Duty Chef had to sleep. This
was a duty done on a rota and I would be expected to take my turn for which
I would receive a bonus over and above my standard wage. I was in love with
the little room, it was better than my squat. A fold out sofabed, a radio
and TV and even room to move around, the icing on the cake was a small
shower and toilet to the side it was also the place that Honek made his
move.
'Maybe for the first time we'd better do it together.' He looked at me and
grinned.
'Do what together?' I put on my innocent look.
'The duty, what else,' he laughed. 'I think the Boss pencilled you in for
Thursday.'
''No problem,' I shrugged. 'This is better than where I live.'
'Plus all the food you can eat,' he grinned and put his hand on my shoulder
giving it a little squeeze, it was then I knew. Honek was after my body. No
surprise there, I'd had him and the black kid sorted out an hour
previously, they were at it and probably the two older chefs, Steve and
Dave as I remembered.
'I shall enjoy my turn at duty man,' I grinned.
'I'm on tonight,' he smiled and moved to face me. 'You could stay on with
me if you like... just to get a taste you understand.'
'Won't anyone say anything?'
'Robby, the Senior, goes around four and I'll square the rest,' he moved in
closer so that we were almost touching. 'It would save you going back to an
'orrible squat.'
'And we'd have to share a bed,' I commented without smirking. If I had to
start anywhere Honek seemed as good a place as any, he was by far the best
looking in the Catering Department.
'So you will? You'll stay the night?' His hand went to my hip and he pulled
me in so that we were crotch to crotch. I could feel his hardness pressing
against my semi erection and did a little pelvic thrust .
'Why not?' I laughed as his other hand went to my hip and his head
dropped. His lips nuzzled my neck and that was it, we were kissing and
rubbing against each other.
'Enough,' he laughed and parted. 'I have to show you around, we have people
to meet.' I followed on, I loved that little room and wondered what would
happen if I volunteered to do a standing duty. I wouldn't expect to take
the money every night as some of the others may rely on it but at least it
would be a temporary home and get me away from that damn squat. and my
thieving countrymen. Little did I know that things were going to turn out
differently to what I'd imagined and more to my advantage than I'd
anticipated.
We walked around and met lots of boys, some nervous and shifty but others
the complete opposite, I could feel hungry eyes on me as we walked around
the pool. I was introduced to some of the masters whose names I can't
recall - there were so many to remember. There was even a new master not
much more than a youth himself and I learned he was on Honek's hit
list. Honek was an adventurer and his buddy boy was this kid who put you in
mind of one of our Romanies, tough, hairy and oozing sexual confidence. Now
he, was one of my targets. My history dictated that I just lay down and
took it with people older or bigger than myself but anyone similar or
younger I liked to indulge... I wasn't a total queen. This kid, Jimbo was
made for me, probably the same height although huskier and a smile to die
for. Honek passed on with a grin that Jimbo was built like a donkey which I
took with a pinch of salt, I wasn't too bad myself in the penis stakes.
The day passed in a flash, we weren't busy but everything was so strange to
me, in many ways similar to my orphanage but then again different. These
were confined boys, yes, but they had freedoms, they had a pool, a sauna
and sports fields to run around on and from the size of the place many
nooks and crannies to indulge in whatever private pleasures they
fancied. Tea was a nonsense but dinner was a proper meal and I finished up
serving the master's table which was no big deal. However, I did notice
that the new master called Richard Lodge kept looking at me, I felt
flattered, he was nice in a 'young soldier' sort of style. I wondered how
long it would be before he tried to entice me into his room but never mind
that, I had the night with Honek for starters.
Once the dinner was over the kitchen was put to bed for the day, Honek and
I merely had to tidy up, the dutyman prepared an urn of cocoa around ten in
the evening and that was it. Honek told me that we kept the kitchen locked
out of hours as the boys were like a swarm of locusts if they found an open
door. Most of that was lost in translation but I got the idea. The boys
came down with their jugs and mugs at cocoa time and eventually drifted
away leaving us in peace although Jimbo bade us a pleasant night with what
the Americans call a shit eating grin on his face.
'He's tending the new master,' Honek grinned as he pulled the servery
shutters down.
'Tending?'
'As sleeping with,' the Polish boy laughed. 'Jimbo tells me that this Mr
Lodge fancies you as well.'
'What is Jimbo, a procurer?'
'Mr Fixit or Mr Fixer he calls himself,' Honek grabbed my wrist and led me
to the end of the kitchen, the Dutyman's Cabin as they called it. The night
was about to begin, after a long and hot day we were finally going to relax
and hopefully get naked. I was tired and Honek could do his thing, I just
wanted to sleep and think of my future. 'Shower,' Honek declared once we
were in our nest. 'Two can just about squeeze in.'
'Sounds fun,' I grinned and made the first move. I sat on the sofa and
removed my trainers and socks. We were on our way. As was usual in these
cases I watched him undress and he watched me. He was stocky or well built
whereas I was skinny but I didn't mind, I'd always been built like a
sparrow but that's what my older patrons had liked. A sweet little boy arse
and a meaty cock which I had been told was outsized for my build. I could
see Honek appreciated me as he had risen to the occasion and muttered for
me to follow him into the shower which I did. Once under the refreshing
flow he was all over me and he was gentle not rough or demanding as many
bigger boys are. He soaped me all over and then turned me away and dropped
to his knees. I felt him press my bum cheeks apart and his hot mouth was in
there with his flickering tongue teasing my pucker. He'd had practice as he
knew what I wanted, the more he licked and lapped the more I shoved my
little arse out for his attentions. At last we rinsed off and then dried
before unfolding the sofa and turning the lights off other than a small one
so that we could just about see what we were doing.
'I saw you looking at Jimbo and some of the other boys... you like boys?'
He whispered as he sucked on my balls and played with my erection.
'Yes, who doesn't?'
He laughed and lay me on my back kneeling between my legs. 'You won't go
short here. What about the bigger boys even the masters?'
'As long as they are gentle... and like to suck.'
'Mmmm... How's about I fuck you and suck you to death?'
'Thick Polish sausage,' I handled his hard penis as he lifted my legs and
guided my knees down to my chest. Almost automatically I guided him down to
my hole as he leant in and swiped his swolled and dark red glans up and
down smearing his precum on my button. 'Go on,' I croaked and he did. There
was the familiar pressure and I felt my ring yield and open up to admit his
hot and blood gorged flesh. It was nice and took me back to the old country
with some of my nicer and more gentle pairings. Half inside me I wrapped my
skinny legs around him and he started to move to and fro dropping his head
so that our lips met. I could feel his thick cock inside me and squeezed on
him making him groan and push in harder. When I felt it all inside me I
clamped my legs and kept my arms around his neck as he started to fuck in
short jabs pulling out more as he fucked until he was sliding most of his
cock in and out of my gut in slippery and hole filling satisfaction. My own
hardness was jerking up and down on my belly attached by a silvery threat
of my own cum. God willing his hot mouth would be around in shortly and I
would get my payback. He was on my threshold and maybe one of these fine
days I might suprise him and rump his solid Polish bottom but for now it
was his turn.
'Yes, Georgy. Yes...' He hammered away and suddenly I felt the throbbing
and the jerking as his hot spunk surged inside me and he moved easily on a
coating of his own cum. 'Yesssss...' He sighed and pushed in as deep as he
could making me feel as if his bloated cock was going to pop from my
mouth. 'So good,' his sweet lips crushed against mine and we squirmed
around until his softening cock slowly slid free leaving my gaping hole to
close. 'Messy boy,' he licked the puddle of cum from my belly and holding
my own hardness steady dropped his head. I gasped with pleasure as I felt
his moist mouth descend on me and he began to bob up and down. I had about
a week's supply of spunk in my balls and he was going to get the lot.
He was good (have I said that?), he held my balls and then he jiggled them,
he kept me on the boil until I was on the verge of exploding and then he
went for it. He just held his mouth over my bulging and sore glans slowly
running his hand up and down my slick cock until I begged him to speed
up. His hand moved faster and I felt the build up and then a massive
sclading burst of searing spunk shot up my shaft and splashed into his
eager sucking. It seemed to go on forever, I flopped about like a stranded
fish as my cock jeked and twitched filling his mouth and splashing onto his
face. He giggled and sucked until I collapsed drained and exhausted.
'Juicy boy,' he smiled and covered us with the bedding. 'Sleep.'
I did sleep, in fact, I went out like a light and the first thing I
remember in the morning was a blunt pressure between my buttocks and the
feel of something big and hot sliding inside me. It seemed Honek was awake
as well. After that we showered and saw the bread and milk in from the
local dairy. After that we did the preliminaries for breakfast which was
mainly turning equipment on and buttering more slices of bread than you
could imagine. Then the Frosties into little bowls and by then the early
turn were in. This time it was only Hakim but the other two would follow
later.
'Steve's doing the duty tonight,' Honek informed me.
'I can do it,' I volunteered eagerly. 'In place of Steve, I'm not trying to
sleep with him or anything.'
'Mmmmm.... You're in a squat and you don't like it?' Honek took an inspired
guess.
'Right. He can have the payment, I just want the room.'
'We'll have a round table on this later,' Honek looked at me and
smiled. 'You could have a good future in this place.'
'A round table?' I looked at him, this was one bit of English I was
unfamiliar with.
'A meeting, break time,' Honek told me as we ran the servery shutter
up. Hakim was making the tea for the boys and decanting orange juice, we
were generally busy, we were off and running for another day.
We had a break mid morning and Honek did the talking for me, he proposed
that I did a permanent night duty until further notice. No mention was made
of money but they all promised to 'see me alright' which was
something. Robby, the Senior mentioned something about me starting a bank
account up and Honek and his pals offered to help with that as well so I
was off and running. Honek stayed in the kitchen probably telling all and
sundry how his night had passed but I had the afternoon off which was
standard when you had the night shift previously. That left me at liberty
to wander around only this time for my first time without an escort. I was
told that we had the use of the pool in the afternoon and made a beeline
for that, I didn't have a costume but Honek said most of the boys wore
their boxers or underpants which suited me. I was at last going to see some
of the youngsters wet and slippery which I always found a turn on at my old
orphanage.
Whether by chance or design as soon as I turned up I was ganged up on by
the dark lad Jimbo and a friend he introduced as Brian, maybe a little
younger than Jimbo but just as forward.
'How are you settling in,' Jimbo squatted by me as soon as I spread the
towel Honek had lent me.
'Fine.'
'I thought you were Romanian or something odd,' the other piped up with all
the tact of a kid. 'Your English is pretty good.'
'We odd people learn English and French from an early age,' I smiled and
gave him what I call a blatant ogle, both he and Jimbo were right in my age
range.
'You know Mr Lodge, the new guy? Jimbo asked.
'Vaguely,' I stretched out aware of both of them surveying me like I was
something in a butcher's glass case.
'I'm providing him with a sort of night companion for the first week,'
Jimbo blithely chuntered on. 'I looked after him last night and Brian is
doing it tonight.'
'You are a procuror?' I looked at him.
'Well, of a sort,' he laughed. 'Don't be so bloody blunt, Georgy boy.'
'I'm going into the sauna for a bit, they're running it for a test,' Brian
stood and with an almost inviting grin walked away with his tight little
bottom perfectly visible in his wet briefs.
'You like?' Jimbo whispered laying alongside me and ruunning a finger up
the side of my leg after a quick look around.
'Procuring again, Jim?'
'Just trying to help... do you like Brian or not, he's a goer you know.'
'Are you? That's the main thing.'
'You'd better believe it,' Jimbo laughed. 'Do you want to come in the sauna
with us, have a bit of game.?'
'Yeah,' I croaked with my throat suddenly dry.
'Fancy Mr Lodge for Thursday night?' He grinned as he stood and offered his
hand.
'He seems nice enough, nice and young.'
'He goes both ways,' he led into the sauna, the pool and it's surrounds
were deserted but what I didn't know was that Mr Lodge's new activity
classes as they called them had taken their toll. Most of the boys had
their lunch and collapsed for the afternoon, the poor dears were worn out.
We went into the sauna and Brian was in the steam room already laying on
his towel on his belly with his perfect pale skinned bottom beaded with
sweat. Jimbo shed his boxers and sat alongside stroking the pale flesh as
Brian wriggled and purred. Jimbo seemed completely unconcerned as his dark
skinned cock stuck up his belly and jerked every time he moved.
I stood their feeling rather uncomfortable but Jimbo decided to put me at
my ease, he stepped down from the tired benches and blatantly grabbed me
front and centre. Brian for his part changed sides, he came down and went
up again only this time in a darker corner where there was what looked like
a bedroll of foam rubber where he took up the same position, on his
belly. Jimbo and I by now were in an embrace and he swiftly got my y-fronts
off me and grasped my hot flesh.
'Honek tells me you like the younger ones,' he slowly worked my foreskin
over my glans until a bubble of precum oozed from the tip.
'Yeah,' I mumbled still feeling a little out of it. 'And you?'
'Good,' he gave me a quick kiss and produced a plastic bottle of sun oil
from somewhere. 'Brian's bottom gets burnt something awful.'
I took the bottle in hand aware that Brian was hardly likely to get
sunburned in a sauna. 'Come on, Georgy. Let's see what you've got,' Brian
grinned down at me from his perch.
'I'll sit in the lounge bit and give a shout if anyone comes.' Jim grinned
and left me standing there.
'Come on, Georgy. Don't make me beg,' Brian looked down at my protuding and
gently swaying hardness. 'Nice one,' he lay his face on his crossed
forearms and I climbed up the benching. This one I couldn't pass by. I was
beginning to think that they were all in it together as they probably were
but I squirted some on the lotion onto Brian's crack and worked it in deep
with my fingers feeling his pucker yield. 'Go on,' Brian whispered and
opened his legs.
The bench was narrow but I managed to get up and hovered above him, pushing
my penis downwards I dropped on and into him like a guided missile. He
groaned and so did I as I felt his delicious warmth and tightness envelope
me. He pushed up as I bore in and as soon as I felt my pubics touch his
smooth skin I started to move.
'Nice...' I kissed the back of his neck as I let my weight settle on him
lazily moving my hips up and down. I'd had wanks, shared wanks and been
shafted enough times over the last year but this was the first boy I'd
taken since I left Bucharest and I made it last. I took it slow and rooted
in deep and hard as he whined and pleaded for me to go faster. In the end I
did and he bucked under me shoving his sweaty arse up onto my thrusts until
I climaxed a thick and juicy mix deeply into his gut. We lay there covered
in sweat and still joined as he moaned and wriggled his sweet little fanny
as I continued to bore into his flooded rear. In the end we parted and then
the kissing began and he was a good kisser as well as a good bottom.
Eventually we retired to the showers shouting through to Jimbo and the
three of us finished up in a soapy and squealy threesome. I let them do
their thing and watched as Jimbo plugged Brian fresh on my cum. Messy but
fun for them at least, I was getting hard again and was wondering what came
next. No matter, I think I was going to enjoy my stay at St Anselms but I'm
sure I'll feature in further chapters.
To be continued
Well, that's Georgy settled in... on with the story
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